Chapter Nine #2
Onyx withdrew his fingers and nuzzled my lower belly before settling back over me, his hair curtaining around us. He rested his hands on both sides of my head and rejoined our lips, kissing me so deep my toes curled.
Electricity sparked through my veins, stronger now than it’d ever been with him.
Maybe because, little by little, Onyx was lowering the barrier around himself.
Letting me inside the tower he often hid within to watch the world pass him by.
His surrender was like a high-voltage charge to the bond tethering us together, traveling like a livewire to him and back to me.
And when he slicked his cock with oil and seated himself inside me?
It was like a damn bolt of lightning, striking me dead center and zapping through my body.
The intensity brought a burning to my eyes, while at the same time, making me feel whole for the first time since realizing he was one of my fated mates.
“Onyx,” I moaned, overwhelmed by my feelings.
He cupped the back of my head and slowly rocked into me, the bed softly creaking beneath our weight. Although he didn’t say a word, I suspected that he felt the same intensity as I did. The surge of our bond and sense of wholeness as we both surrendered to it.
Pleasure consumed me, rippling through every nerve ending and gathering in my core. One that, just like with Maddox and the others, went deeper than sex.
Onyx threaded our fingers together with one hand and braced himself on the mattress with the other, increasing the pace of his thrusts. Fucking me deeper. He parted his lips, and there was a faint crease in his brow, but he made little sound. Stingy with his moans just like my grump of a captain.
I didn’t have that luxury. My moans tore through my throat, uninhibited just like my mouth during a long-winded ramble. It was his fault for hitting all the right places though. The head of his cock brushed my prostate before he drew back and dove back in, crashing against it with more force.
“Fuck,” I panted, back arching. I lifted my free hand to his chest and dug my nails into his skin, groaning as he snapped his hips harder and buried himself to the hilt.
And then he stayed like that, unmoving.
“What’s the matter, little bird?” Onyx asked, lowering his face to glide his nose across mine. “You seem antsy.”
“Because you aren’t moving.” I tried to lift my hips and fuck him that way, but he pinned me down, preventing me from doing so.
“Feisty. Impatient.” He grazed his teeth down my neck. “You have so many words for me, but it seems I have found a few for you too.”
“You really are a butthead,” I mumbled, frustrated and horny. “I have no remorse for saying it to your face. What you’re doing right now proves it.”
“And what am I doing?” Onyx slowly moved, drawing back a mere centimeter before stilling again.
“Teasing me,” I said. The hot throbbing of his cock was the sweetest torture. I was going mad with the desperation for him to start moving—to feel him thrusting in deep and hard like he was earlier before his wickedness took over.
Amusement danced in his eyes. He slowly circled his hips, pressing against my inner walls, before drawing back and pulling from me completely, leaving a restless ache where he’d once been.
“God, you’re so mean,” I half-whined, half-groaned as my lower body shuddered.
“Well, I am the demon lord.” His slick cock hung heavy between his toned thighs, the tip swollen and beading with pre-cum. With a smirk still playing at his lips, he stroked himself once, the ruby of his irises darkening with lust. “It’s quite torturous for me as well. Not being inside of you.”
“You can always change that,” I told him with a flirty eyebrow raise and wiggle of my hips. “I’m yours for the taking, my lord.”
“You’re mistaken.” Onyx raked a gaze over my nakedness before, ever so slowly, leaning in to kiss me on the lips. “For it is I who is yours for the taking.”
He moved past me and propped himself up against the headboard. His erection lay against his abdomen before he took hold of it, his heated gaze not leaving mine as he stroked from root to tip.
“Uh, you want me to…” I swallowed noisily, so turned on I could barely think straight let alone speak.
“Fuck yourself on my cock?” His smile slanted even further. “Yes. Unless you’d rather go bake your little muffins instead.”
“Nope. Muffins can wait.” I crawled over to him on my hands and knees, taking in the sight of him. And what a freaking amazing sight it was—Onyx resting against the headboard, his black hair cascading down his chest and his cock glistening.
Once I was close enough, he guided me on to his lap and smoothed his hands down my sides. His expression softened as he looked at me. “I’ve lived for nearly three hundred years but have never seen anyone more beautiful than you.”
My cheeks heated—and my heart faltered in its beating. “I already plan to fuck you, Onyx. You don’t have to butter me up.”
“Even if I mean the words?” He wrapped his arms around my waist, teasing the small of my back with his fingertips.
“I thought I was a pest.” I hooked my hands behind his neck. Our cocks pressed together as I straddled him, and it took a lot of willpower not to start grinding on him like a freaking dog in heat.
“Oh, you are.” He smirked up at me. “The most bothersome kind of pest. And the most alluring.”
And then his mouth was on mine again, the kiss messy and charged with the desperation surging between us, lust mingling with the intensity of our bond.
As the taste of him exploded on my tongue and his scent filled my nostrils, wrapping all around me, I reached between us and guided his cock back into place, easing down nice and slow.
Too slow for him, it seemed. Onyx grabbed my hips and thrust upward, seating himself deep inside of me. I groaned and planted my hands on his chest, spine arching. He turned his face against my jaw and rocked up into me.
Bliss. That was the best word to describe it. After the constant shove and pull between us, we had reached a sort of resolution, at least when it came to the physical. But hey, it was progress.
I rolled my hips and retook control, riding him like he’d told me to. Beneath my palm, the red mark on his chest felt hotter than the rest of him, as though the flame-like design had real fire pulsating under his skin.
Onyx watched me, the only sound leaving his lips being the occasional heavy breath.
He placed his hand over mine against his chest, just like he’d done earlier when I touched the mark.
There was a subtle pang in his eyes before he closed them and tipped his head back, his grip on me tightening. Shaking a little too.
I peered down at him, my heart close to bursting.
I’d never get used to his beauty, sharp masculine features combined with long lashes and cupid bow lips.
A long, slender neck and prominent Adam’s apple.
Candlelight washed over his jade-like skin and reflected in his crimson eyes, making the rubies glow bright hot as our gazes met.
Met… and held.
I slowly rode him, groaning softly as the bed creaked beneath us. Tingles of pleasure began to snake down my spine, and my skin heated, like the fire inside that tattoo-like mark seeped into me too.
“Harder,” Onyx said, head tipping back again. His eyes remained on me though, peering at me through his dark lashes.
My knees dug more into the mattress as I increased my pace and took him deeper, slapping one hand on his shoulder and moving the other between my legs to stroke myself. He gently knocked that hand aside and took me in his own palm, the burning rubies in his irises more vibrant now.
The tingles of pleasure in my body spread wider, like ripples in a pond. And with it came a swell of emotion in my heart.
“You recall waking in the field beside the dark wood?” Lupin had asked me the last time we’d spoken. “It’s because the knights weren’t the ones you were originally meant to encounter first in this realm. One of your other men… one you’ve yet to realize… was intended to be your first.”
Onyx.
Meeting him. Feeling the pull of a soul-deep yearning each time our eyes met. And now being in his bed as we lost ourselves to pleasure. All of it had been destined from the very beginning.
Overcome with a sudden achy pressure in my heart, I kissed Onyx, my body quaking as all those feelings flooded my system. Physical pleasure mingled with that surge of emotion, both heightening the electric tingles and pressure building in my core.
A pressure that exploded from me in a shuddering cry.
“Good boy.” Onyx held onto me, snapping his hips upward. Cum coated his palm with my release, and he continued stroking me through it. Dragging it out. “Don’t hold back your moans. Let me hear how good you feel.”
Waves of ecstasy crashed into me, one after the other, making it impossible for me to hold them back even if I’d wanted to.
My insides clamped down on him as those waves of indescribable pleasure consumed me.
I looked down at him, our bodies slapping together, and slid my hand to his neck, curling my fingers in the back of his black hair.
His fingertips dug into my hips and a crease marred his brow as his muscles tensed. He was close. The red in his eyes flashed brighter before his thrusts faltered.
But he made no sound.
“That’s not playing fair, my lord,” I panted, coming down faster on him. “You heard my moans. Now let me hear yours.”
The faintest hint of a smile touched his lips before a soft groan escaped them.
As his cock pulsed, he leaned forward and bit at my throat, grazing his teeth along my jugular.
His breath whispered over my skin, tickling the sensitive place beneath my ear.
I shuddered at the sensation and kept riding him, milking him for every drop he had.
After the waves of our release settled, I collapsed against his chest and worked on catching my breath. And tried to shove down the dread forming in my gut.